Original drawing by Evelyn Doray-Eskridge
The first son arrived for hubby and me,
"That's fine," we said, "That's how it should be."
A second child came, a rosy-cheeked lass,
"How nice," we agreed, "Our family has class."
But then came a third, a wee curly lad,
"Do you know what you're doing?" asked Mother and Dad.
A move from the city to country came next,
That could have been the end of this text,
But alas and oh me, the move was a whirl
And nine months later we had a sweet girl.
Four preschoolers romped our house and our yard,
For hubby and me, times were a bit hard.
We consoled each other when day's work was done,
In spite of precautions we had . . . not a son,
But a fair-faced darling with smiles on her face.
They now numbered five. Is that a disgrace?
Three girls and two boys, how lucky were we,
"Let's make it perfect and have three and three!"
So along came a boy who evened the score,
We couldn't have asked for anything more.
But an unknown power sent a bonus from heaven,
A cute little fellow, surprise number seven.
"Enough is enough! Thanks a lot, but no more!"
Lucky seven it was, final count . . . three and four.
No regretting do we, as we rest in the shade,
Of the Family Tree that "togetherness" made.
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